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A/N- I have not updated this story for so long, and I had almost given up on this story, if it had not been for Italia12! So I thank you dearly!
Chapter 4- The Near- Death Experience
Snape's P.O.V
'All of this was caused by a first year Griffindor,' I thought to myself, a little curious, excited, but a little frightened. I don't know why, but the girl seems very familiar, but I can't put my finger on it.
"Well Severus," Albus spoke up, breaking through my concentration, "I should be checking up on the patient," and with that, he walked down the corridor that lead to the Hospital Wing.
I know that the girl was only injured in her arm, but she was unconscious when Hagrid whisked her off to Madam Pomfrey. It could be due from the blood loss, or something...
"Professor," a student called, I looked up to see Percy Weasley. His normal appearance was changed. He wasn't calm, he looked like a nervous wreck. His eyes shone in fear.
"Professor! The Headmaster demands you to come to the Hospital Wing immediately! He says it's..."
He didn't finish, because as soon as I heard Hospital Wing, and immediately, I ran the way that Mr. Weasley had come.
Before I could open the door to the Hospital Wing, it swung open, as Hagrid pulled me in, blubbering, "It's terrible, her body won't accept any potion Madam Pomfrey gives. Right as soon as she swallows it, she starts to cough up blood!"
I ran over to Albus, and asked, "Hagrid told me what's wrong, but I don't know what I can do."
His face was grave, as he pointed to a bed with a curtain around it, "Poppy has something she wants to show you."
I walked over to the other side, but stopped in horror. The small girl's face was white, and wearing a white hospital gown didn't make it better. Her eyes were open, but she didn't notice me, almost as if she was in a trance. She stared at the ceiling, but she looked as though she was staring into oblivion, waiting to meet the Great Beyond.
Poppy stood up from where she was seated, walked over to me, and showed a small, vial with a yellowish-green, syrupy liquid.
"We found this on part of the dagger that wasn't in her body. I have no idea what it is, but it certainly isn't helping her recover," she told me as I grabbed the vial.
It looked like a very complicated formula, but I knew that I had to do something, because deep down, I knew that she might be able to accomplish great things in the future, but right now, she might not live to see it.
I looked at Poppy, and said, "I have to research this, but until I come back, do NOT give her anymore potions," and turned to leave, as she nodded.
I told Dumbledore, but Hagrid said, "How do we know that she'll survive the wait?"
"I seriously don't know Hagrid, but I have a hunch on what this is, so please be patient so I can find out if I'm right or wrong," I replied, as I hurried out of the room, and to my quarters, where I know that I won't be disturbed. There I went through all of my texts on potions.
What seemed like days, I went through the books without any luck, until I reached my last book, titled, Rare Potions and Poisons, where I found the description for this little poison that has caused so many problems. It read:
Queritsing, or Queen Killer, is maybe one of the most lethal poisons. If it has somehow found it's way to the bloodstream, via cut or something like it, no potion will counter it, but will cause coughing up blood, and serious convulsions. There are no known cures, but when the first thing was created, the creator wrote a riddle that goes like this:
"To he who wishes to cure Queen Killer, seek out the relative to the magical beast, and let it lie on the mark where this poison has made it's injection."
I began to ponder the riddle, 'Weckswith the Strange, not only created the Queen Killer, but was also a breeder and obsessed with Fire lizards, which are relatives to the magical beasts dragons.'
'Doesn't the young girl have a Fire lizard,' I continued, then it hit me, 'If I'm able to get the Fire lizard to lay on the cut, it will somehow stop the poison.'
I ran back to the Hospital Wing, but when I got back there, a figure stood over the girl, and had a vial of a potion. He picked up the girl's head, opened her mouth, and poured the contents into her mouth, and disappeared.
It all happened in a few seconds, first she started to shake furiously, and cough up blood, as I ran over to her. As I got there, a glint of gold started to fly around me, chattering, and screaming. I realized that it was the Fire lizard, so I grabbed it out of the air, and told it, "You might not hear me, but right now I need you, I want you to lay on your master's wound, or else she might die."
The lizard chirped, and flew over to the girl, as I turned her on her stomach. The little thing curled into a ball, and fell asleep.
I flopped down into a chair on the other side of the curtain, realizing that I hadn't slept for two days. Drowsiness started to come over me, as I went to sleep.
***
Jennifer's P.O.V
I woke up on my stomach, which was strange, because I don't remember falling asleep in the first place, but as I turned onto my back, a high- pitched squeal came from my back, as Cami appeared in front of me with a loud pop, chattering complaints in my face.
I looked around, realizing that I was in the Hospital Wing. I also noticed that I was wearing a hospital gown, but it had splotches of blood on it. My hand moved across my chin, feeling dried-up blood.
A groan escaped me as I started to lie on my back, but I shot straight back up, when a sharp pang hit me in my shoulder blade, as I hissed in pain.
'Great, just great. My first day of school, and I'm already in the Hospital Wing.'
"Yes Miss Jacobson," Dumbledore spoke, as though reading my mind, "You are in the Hospital Wing, after having a near- death experience."
"Near- death experience," I almost shrieked.
He nodded his head, continuing, "And if it weren't for your Potions Master, you might be dead right now," he finished, pulling the curtain aside, revealing Professor Snape asleep in a chair.
I sat there, too shocked, and tired, to speak.
'Professor Snape saved my life?'
End this chapter, and if you want me to continue, please review!
A/N- I have not updated this story for so long, and I had almost given up on this story, if it had not been for Italia12! So I thank you dearly!
Chapter 4- The Near- Death Experience
Snape's P.O.V
'All of this was caused by a first year Griffindor,' I thought to myself, a little curious, excited, but a little frightened. I don't know why, but the girl seems very familiar, but I can't put my finger on it.
"Well Severus," Albus spoke up, breaking through my concentration, "I should be checking up on the patient," and with that, he walked down the corridor that lead to the Hospital Wing.
I know that the girl was only injured in her arm, but she was unconscious when Hagrid whisked her off to Madam Pomfrey. It could be due from the blood loss, or something...
"Professor," a student called, I looked up to see Percy Weasley. His normal appearance was changed. He wasn't calm, he looked like a nervous wreck. His eyes shone in fear.
"Professor! The Headmaster demands you to come to the Hospital Wing immediately! He says it's..."
He didn't finish, because as soon as I heard Hospital Wing, and immediately, I ran the way that Mr. Weasley had come.
Before I could open the door to the Hospital Wing, it swung open, as Hagrid pulled me in, blubbering, "It's terrible, her body won't accept any potion Madam Pomfrey gives. Right as soon as she swallows it, she starts to cough up blood!"
I ran over to Albus, and asked, "Hagrid told me what's wrong, but I don't know what I can do."
His face was grave, as he pointed to a bed with a curtain around it, "Poppy has something she wants to show you."
I walked over to the other side, but stopped in horror. The small girl's face was white, and wearing a white hospital gown didn't make it better. Her eyes were open, but she didn't notice me, almost as if she was in a trance. She stared at the ceiling, but she looked as though she was staring into oblivion, waiting to meet the Great Beyond.
Poppy stood up from where she was seated, walked over to me, and showed a small, vial with a yellowish-green, syrupy liquid.
"We found this on part of the dagger that wasn't in her body. I have no idea what it is, but it certainly isn't helping her recover," she told me as I grabbed the vial.
It looked like a very complicated formula, but I knew that I had to do something, because deep down, I knew that she might be able to accomplish great things in the future, but right now, she might not live to see it.
I looked at Poppy, and said, "I have to research this, but until I come back, do NOT give her anymore potions," and turned to leave, as she nodded.
I told Dumbledore, but Hagrid said, "How do we know that she'll survive the wait?"
"I seriously don't know Hagrid, but I have a hunch on what this is, so please be patient so I can find out if I'm right or wrong," I replied, as I hurried out of the room, and to my quarters, where I know that I won't be disturbed. There I went through all of my texts on potions.
What seemed like days, I went through the books without any luck, until I reached my last book, titled, Rare Potions and Poisons, where I found the description for this little poison that has caused so many problems. It read:
Queritsing, or Queen Killer, is maybe one of the most lethal poisons. If it has somehow found it's way to the bloodstream, via cut or something like it, no potion will counter it, but will cause coughing up blood, and serious convulsions. There are no known cures, but when the first thing was created, the creator wrote a riddle that goes like this:
"To he who wishes to cure Queen Killer, seek out the relative to the magical beast, and let it lie on the mark where this poison has made it's injection."
I began to ponder the riddle, 'Weckswith the Strange, not only created the Queen Killer, but was also a breeder and obsessed with Fire lizards, which are relatives to the magical beasts dragons.'
'Doesn't the young girl have a Fire lizard,' I continued, then it hit me, 'If I'm able to get the Fire lizard to lay on the cut, it will somehow stop the poison.'
I ran back to the Hospital Wing, but when I got back there, a figure stood over the girl, and had a vial of a potion. He picked up the girl's head, opened her mouth, and poured the contents into her mouth, and disappeared.
It all happened in a few seconds, first she started to shake furiously, and cough up blood, as I ran over to her. As I got there, a glint of gold started to fly around me, chattering, and screaming. I realized that it was the Fire lizard, so I grabbed it out of the air, and told it, "You might not hear me, but right now I need you, I want you to lay on your master's wound, or else she might die."
The lizard chirped, and flew over to the girl, as I turned her on her stomach. The little thing curled into a ball, and fell asleep.
I flopped down into a chair on the other side of the curtain, realizing that I hadn't slept for two days. Drowsiness started to come over me, as I went to sleep.
***
Jennifer's P.O.V
I woke up on my stomach, which was strange, because I don't remember falling asleep in the first place, but as I turned onto my back, a high- pitched squeal came from my back, as Cami appeared in front of me with a loud pop, chattering complaints in my face.
I looked around, realizing that I was in the Hospital Wing. I also noticed that I was wearing a hospital gown, but it had splotches of blood on it. My hand moved across my chin, feeling dried-up blood.
A groan escaped me as I started to lie on my back, but I shot straight back up, when a sharp pang hit me in my shoulder blade, as I hissed in pain.
'Great, just great. My first day of school, and I'm already in the Hospital Wing.'
"Yes Miss Jacobson," Dumbledore spoke, as though reading my mind, "You are in the Hospital Wing, after having a near- death experience."
"Near- death experience," I almost shrieked.
He nodded his head, continuing, "And if it weren't for your Potions Master, you might be dead right now," he finished, pulling the curtain aside, revealing Professor Snape asleep in a chair.
I sat there, too shocked, and tired, to speak.
'Professor Snape saved my life?'
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